In the following two months, Zhang Dimen did not go out of the two doors, and practiced at home. At the same time, Linggu Hall also sent people to upgrade the Lingtian in front of the house.

More than a dozen body refiners came, and under the leadership of a senior spiritual farmer, they dug up the original spiritual field, transported the original soil, and then remeasured the land, delineated the size of one acre of land, and then re-transported the soil of the Sanpin spiritual field, backfilled it, and buried three more array plates.

At this point, it took more than a month to complete the upgrade of Lingtian, and then it took nearly a month to set up a shielding formation on the periphery.

During this period, in addition to participating in several tests, Zhang Di only watched quietly from the sidelines after practicing, secretly learning the method of Lingtian upgrading and array arrangement.

Fortunately, the person at the head did not shy away from him, and when he saw Zhang Di being respectful, Zhang Di asked what he answered, thinking that it was because Zhang Di was already the honorary deputy hall master. Zhang Di was happy to be respectful to this person, and took the opportunity to ask a lot of relevant knowledge, and felt that he had gained a lot.

On this day, the weather was sunny and sunny.

Zhang Di got up early in the morning and was practicing Xingchen Fist in a no-man's land in the back mountain.

I saw him dressed in a short green shirt, taking a horse step in front of a bare mountain wall, his eyes slightly closed, his left and right fists were closed around his waist, and he silently used the Xingchen fist heart method, urging the Dao heart, and a force of primordial spirit flowed out from the consciousness space;

"Drink!"

He let out a loud shout, opened his eyes suddenly, and the light of the stars flickered faintly in his eyes, and he quickly swung his right fist forward.

The punch was wrapped in a thin halo of light, as if a little starlight had converged. In the middle of the stone wall, there was a loud bang. The whole stone wall rattled, and a lot of rubble and dust were thrown down.

Slowly withdraw your fist. The light of the stars in Zhang Di's eyes was still hidden, and he saw that the center of the stone wall collapsed slightly, and it didn't seem to cause much damage.

His expression was calm, his eyes flashed black, and he used the Wangqi technique again, stared at the center of the stone wall, looked at it carefully for a long time, and nodded slightly: "This Xingchen Fist has finally been preliminarily practiced!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a soft clicking sound from the stone wall. At the same time, countless fine cracks extended from the center of the collapse, spreading rapidly like cobwebs to all sides, and soon covered the front mountain wall.

Thundered!

This entire stone wall is ten zhang square, and it suddenly collapsed, rolling up a large amount of dust, and the momentum is amazing.

On tiptoe, his body jumped back lightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, greatly surprised by the power of his Star Fist.

It turned out to be the so-called Star Fist. It is to integrate the divine thought into the true element of the fist power, and after a punch is struck, the true yuan enters the stone wall, and then under the drive of the divine thought, it is like a star exploding in the depths of the stone wall. Generate maximum power.

The secret of Xingchen Fist lies in the fusion of divine thoughts and true elements, if it cannot be perfectly controlled. The power is greatly reduced.

Zhang Di didn't have a good grasp of the trick before, and it wasn't that his divine thoughts were outside the true yuan. It's that the divine thought exploded the true element too early or too late, and it couldn't achieve the maximum lethality.

The power of this punch increases with the higher the realm. At present, Zhang Di can only use a dualistic impact, that is, to divide the divine thought into two, and after entering the mountain wall, according to a certain speed and angle, it will drive the two true elements to collide, producing a power like a starburst.

If you practice to the highest level, it is 99,999 yuan impact, that is, splitting the divine mind into 99,999 thoughts in an instant, and then each driving the true yuan impact, this huge power is said to be comparable to the power of heaven and earth at the beginning of chaos, but no one has practiced it so far, and at most it is only 99 yuan impact.

"Whew...... This Xingchen Fist is so powerful! Could it really be that the master used his military exploits to exchange it from the sect?" Zhang Di let out a long breath, slowly calming down the true yuan and divine thoughts, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart.

He was a little suspicious, the fist theory of this Xingchen Fist was too domineering, and he really practiced to a high depth, and he was afraid that the Jindan monk would not be able to resist it if he punched out!

"Next time, let's find a chance to ask Master more! This kind of domineering boxing technique must be understood more clearly, so as not to hurt your body if you don't practice well. Zhang Di's eyes flashed, and he had already made a decision in his heart, because he knew that the more domineering the boxing technique, the greater the hidden danger, and he had to cultivate carefully.

At this time, Zhang Di raised his right index finger again, and his eyes were fixed on the fingertips, as if there was something interesting there, until a large drop of sweat flowed down his forehead, and a spark came out of his fingertips.

"Hmmm......"

Zhang Di's face turned red, and he used his strength to eat, and the slightest spark flickered and flickered, as if it would be extinguished at any time, but finally it grew a little bit, turning into a fireball the size of a walnut, and the temperature around him suddenly rose, reflecting his face red.

Suddenly, there was a disturbance, and the fireball seemed to be about to collapse, so frightened that he quickly shook his hand and threw the walnut-sized fireball towards the stone wall.

Bang!

The fireball exploded on the stone wall, and suddenly it burst into a pit the size of a grinding disc, three inches deep and more than a foot wide, and the power was not small.

"Damn! this fireball technique is too difficult to master, right?" Zhang Di shook his hand and scolded while jumping to his feet, only to see that his fingertips were red and swollen, it turned out that he had not controlled the power of the spell well, and he actually burned his fingers.

Compared with the mastery of Xingchen Fist, Zhang Di's understanding of spells is much worse, and I don't know if he is not good at this by nature, two months of enlightenment can just form a fireball the size of a walnut, and the fireball the size of a finished watermelon is simply too small.

If other immortal cultivators see this, I'm afraid they will laugh off their big teeth, such a small fireball is simply a pocket version.

No wonder Zhang Di had also tried to cultivate spells before, but he didn't feel it at all, which made him mistakenly think that he didn't have a spiritual root, so he couldn't drive spells, in fact, there were reasons why he was not talented enough, but more importantly, he didn't know how to use divine thoughts to drive mana and form spells, so he failed.

It turns out that the so-called magic is a certain kind of heaven and earth rule, which is to use divine thoughts to attract mana and simulate the formation of such heaven and earth rules, and its success depends on the strength and purity of mana, as well as the method of divine thoughts driving spells.

The cultivation of a spell is inseparable from thousands of practices, and if you really want to be proficient in actual combat, I am afraid that you should not practice tens of thousands of times, or even hundreds of thousands of times!

Tilting his head and thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Di decided that his half-hung fireball technique should not be easily used in actual combat, and wait until he is more proficient!

Next, he took out the Wind Shield Magic Weapon obtained from Hao Ren, and was about to practice the Imperial Technique, when he suddenly heard a chirping birdsong in the distance, and a yellow light flew quickly.

"Hmm, Xiao Huang is here, but what's the matter?" Zhang Di looked sideways, only to see that the yellow light fell on his shoulder, revealing the figure of the yellow spirit bird, and the two small black eyes showed an anxious look.

"Chirp, chirp......" Huang Lingniao called a few times quickly, and then used his sharp beak to pull the sleeves of his robe on the ground, facing the direction of the sect.

Zhang Di's eyebrows furrowed, and he asked, "Are you saying that my master shouted to go to the Linggu Inner Hall now, and there is something urgent to find me?"

The yellow spirit bird nodded.

"Let's go! Let's take a look!" Although Zhang Di muttered in his heart, he didn't know what the master was looking for him now, so he still threw off and strode towards the sect.

He estimated that he could not do without the cultivation of the Sanpin Spiritual Field, because at this time, the midwinter was about to go, and the spring plowing would start in more than a month. (To be continued......)